BUSHIDO_CODE Lyrics

Bushido

Made my own code, so fuck a dojo

Moving at my own tempo that's the motto and mojo

Suggest you get the memo, cause if you don't know

Use the sword like the Wu, it's a secret technique

Mix it with the katana, so don't fuck with me

Twelve don't have the authority, to kill minorities

So fuck the police, for the underground majority

Cause you show gun, don't give you the right

To govern a life, we all born free will

Paint us as terrorist, where the same prejudice, Trumpies kick feet up on Capitol Hill

Mad about masks and the president, I want to make it past twenty without getting killed

I don't think that they get it, that's why I'm offended

Can't have my oppression without you wanting an ordeal

Ichiban, from the Dirty South land

Far East of Japan but won't work for no

man

Like they did the ancestors, but their spirit's in me

Make em regret ever setting me free

Shogunate want me dead cause I'm dangerous

Take all their twisted systems and detangle it

That's why your favorite rapper don't be saying shit

Except what the label be says is for their benefit

Claim they from the block, till somebody shot

AR's help em pop till somebody dropped

Now they songs a flop, someone new on top

Why I'm punching the clock, and my grind don't stop

Came out of the trenches, my hustle relentless

Long as I'm breathing I know I ain't finished

If my time is money, think it started ticking

Roll up the whole game, smoke em all like some swishers

Lighting up your top five like a preroll

On the low I be feeling like a cheat code

Too many fouls in the game, ain't no free throws

That's why I'm coming for what's mine every single

The whole industry been in a deficit

Yeah we gone run it up that's a definite

They be thinking they cold till I disinfect

Better protect your neck, before you disrespect

Pen cutting more necks then Gillette

Pack and ship em just like UPS

On the throne the only place that I'm sitting

Pot you piss in the only place that I'm shitting

Should've gave em the work long time ago

Now that the ball in my court, this the give and go

I can't pass the rock, all you do is fumble

You can't even talk, you just fucking mumble

Duh duh duh duh duh they love stutter

Son y'all all in trouble, I'm that motherfucker

Came to snatch up the crown, come and get back

Hard behind a keyboard, I ain't into that

Hold the shift button down all these niggas cap

Fuck that internet talking, don't tennis that

Unless it's about money or about the stacks

All we do is get checks like a chess match

Know the odds is against us, we got to work harder, in the end we gone even the score

Wondering, how the fuck we still made it,

K when they get the first move on the board

Born different give a fuck about your feelings

Not for show, so I won't be pretending

No fugazi, only moving legit

Stick to the code, what you see what you get, nigga

Bushido